I live in St Kilda, and have for quite a bit of my life. I went to primary school in St. Kilda, and high school as well. I have lived overseas, interstate, northside, westside, and still I return. Usually it is unplanned but, nonetheless, I do return.
A bay-side, south-eastern suburb of Melbourne, St. Kilda is known for palm tree skylines, cake-shops, Sunday markets, rowdy backpackers, old rock’n rollers, seedy pubs, eccentric locals, charity organisations, and Victorian fun-park vistas – a Venice Beach of Melbourne if you will.
While it is certainly different to the ’80s St Kilda of my youth, it retains many of its seasonal charms and more community than it is given credit for.
Today was the annual St Kilda Festival. Often I choose to escape the suburb and leave the tourists to it… But today I grabbed my camera, and walked the streets – celebrating my suburb and counting my blessings.